After A While

After a while

I have realised

that love does not

hide our dictionaries

and steal our vocabularies 

as we stutter through

the 8 letters

if anything,

love is a 7th Grade 

English teacher that would

encourage you to read on 

extracts and passages from

your heart in front of a

whole classroom that would

give you daring glares when you

pronounce a word wrongly,

but love would teach you to 

be brave, applaudes when you

succeed and guides you 

through every page. 

You are not required to become

a handyman,

as love is not a workshop 

of broken hearts for you

to fix.

It is a new Do-It-Yourself

toy set that your dad gave you

on your 5th birthday to assemble. 

Some parts may seem odd

but they just fit perfectly.

Love is definitely a game of Jenga,

one wrong move and your 

tower will topple.

but just like the rules,

you can rebuild your tower 

and challenge your friends for

another round. 

you can learn to love again. 

After a while,

I have realised,

that indeed,

the right man

will make me realise 

how love should actually 

be.